Episode 1, Part 2

Ron had to admit; he liked this new girl.

Over the last few hours, Claire Damont had proved to be quite the person. First off, she was funny, and not in a terrible sort of way. She could quickly endear herself to the Gryffindor Table with her quick wit, even making the extremely serious Percy smile.

She was enthusiastic about learning everything she could about the Wizarding World, almost at the same level as Hermione. And she was pretty clever. She didn't give off the 'Bossy-Know-It-All' vibes that his best female friend did(though, to be fair, she usually ended up being right.)

The best thing about her? She played Wizard's Chess and was quite good at it. He couldn't wait to see how good she was.

"Geez, Hogwarts is a lot bigger than I thought it would be," Claire stated as he finished the school tour. "How much of it is actually in use?"

"Probably about a third of the structure. We're still recovering from the last Magical War we had with You-Know-Who. This current crop of students is the largest the School has had over the last thirteen years."

"You-Know-Who? Voldemort's called that?"

Ron winced, realizing that an American Witch wouldn't have the same degree of fear for the Dark Wizard. "Yeah, him."

Claire frowned. "Why not call him by his name?" she asked. "I mean, it's just a name and not a good one. It literally means 'flight from death.'"

"And if he were just a jumped-up little prick, that wouldn't be a problem. But considering how much damage he managed to cause, the families that were lost, and the atrocities his followers did in his name… most of us don't even want to think about him." He shrugged. "It's been like this since he first started his attack, and it doesn't look like it's going to stop anytime soon."

At that, she nodded in understanding. "Well, I think I'm going to get sorted into a House, so I'm going to head over to the Headmaster's Office. Thank you for the tour, Ron." She made her way down the hall with a smile, almost skipping.

Ron watched her go, a smile of his own appearing. At least something good happened today. With that thought, he made his way to the main doors. He was heading to Hogsmeade, and not just to wander around.

He still had a lot to think about, especially how his part of the conversation with Cho would go.

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Luna watched as their new arrival made her way to the Headmaster's Office before heading toward the Ravenclaw Dorms, frowning thoughtfully. That girl was different. She didn't know how. The fact that she made friends with Ron quickly was a bit of a cause for concern.

Because she was not who she appeared to be. She certainly didn't act like a transfer student from Salem. Her movements were far too precise. Her knowledge was far too vast.

But what was she? Was she even human? Or some magical creature? And why did Dumbledore seem to be almost wary of her? What was going on?

She was so wrapped up in her thoughts that she was shocked when she ran into someone with enough force to make her stumble back. She landed on her butt, a gasp shooting out of her. 'Marietta Edgecomb, no doubt,' she thought. 'The Nargles are infesting me something fierce today!' Though she did have a lot on her mind.

"Oh, sorry!" a decidedly not Marietta voice suddenly exclaimed. "I wasn't watching where I was going!"

Luna's gaze shot up in surprise, landing on Neville Longbottom as he extended a hand to her, which she took gratefully. Here was a boy who didn't talk to her, but that was mostly out of being shy. He was like that with everyone. She got back to her feet, dusting herself off. "It's alright, Neville Longbottom," she replied, smiling. "I was infested with Nargles and wasn't paying attention."

"Er, it's okay… Luna, right?" Neville asked carefully. "Is everything okay?"

"I don't know. For now, everything is fine. Later… probably not." She smiled. "So, are you going to be heading to Hogsmeade?"

"I guess so."

"You're not sure?"

"Well… I don't think we should be going to the town, especially in the aftermath of what occurred. Who knows what will happen?"

Luna nodded. "What indeed?" She thought for a second. "Would you like to spend the day with me, then? I could use a friend right now."

"Spend time with you?" Neville smiled slightly. "Sure."

Her smile grew. Perhaps she had made a new friend. The newcomer, the future threats, they could wait for now.

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Cho stood at the School's main entrance, waiting somewhat impatiently for her friends to show. After everything that had been happening to her, she just wanted a little normality. A day out in the village with them was just what she needed.

"Hey, Cho!"

Cho looked up to see Marietta Edgecomb, Su Li, and Padma Patil come up to her. These were her closest friends in Ravenclaw and to who she spoke about everything. Except her dreams… and Lovegood's dire warnings.

This close, Su Li and Padma still looked the same in every way. Like her, they didn't have much contact with the second-year student. If anything, they were actually respectful and polite to Luna.

Marietta, on the other hand… she didn't know why, but when she looked at her now, something cooled within her heart. There was… something in her friend didn't sit well with her. There seemed to be a darkness that lingered in her eyes, an aberration that shouldn't be there.

Was Marietta one of the bullies that went after Luna all the time? Did she steal Luna's school supplies, her clothes? Did she lock her in closets? Speak derogatorily to her?

Did she hit her?

Shaking those thoughts from her mind, she smiled at them. "Hey, girls," she returned in greeting. "You ready to head to the village?"

Padma nodded eagerly. As a third year, this would be her first time visiting Hogsmeade, and she was very excited. Cho was more than happy to show her the sights.

Marietta smiled, though it didn't seem to be entirely genuine. "Yeah, we're ready. Can't wait to head to the Salon."

Su Li smiled. "I'll need to go to the Herbologist afterward. I have to restock my supplies of potion ingredients."

Cho remembered that her friend was learning to brew polyjuice potion for extra credit after hearing that Hermione Granger had successfully accomplished it last year. They had all been surprised by this, wanting to know why the girl had been placed in Gryffindor. Su Li hoped to replicate that.

Marietta scowled. "Su, we don't need to be worried about that. Let's enjoy our day. We can worry about School later."

"Marietta, we can also take the time to do other things," Cho reminded her calmly, refraining from flinching when the other girl turned her gaze to her. "I want to go to the Salon, too, but I also want to stop by Flourish and Botts. I want to see what books they have on dreams and visions." She managed not to breathe out in relief when Marietta's scowl faded. "So let's get going. Daylight's wasting."

In the years to come, when she looked across a battlefield at an army beyond reckoning, she would remember this very moment. She would wonder what she could have done to change it.

And she would realize that there would have been no way to.

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About thirty miles from Hogsmeade, a dark swirl of energy began to form. A dark swirl with a greenish tinge.

Slowly, several dark shapes emerged from it, shaking some dark residue from their forms. The swirl closed behind them, almost as if it had never existed.

The forms lifted their noses to the heavens, sniffing the air. Finding what they were looking for, they started running toward the School. They weren't speedy, but they didn't need to be.

Besides, it would make the kill all sweeter.

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In Hogsmeade, a large black dog wandered through the alleyways, looking around at the sheer number of students walking through its streets. If one were to look hard enough, it was as if it was patrolling.

It had been doing so for the better part of the day, with no signs of stopping.

Sirius had decided to risk being discovered by the Aurors and had left his hideaway to patrol the village streets on the off chance an attack happened. He had seen it happen before, his time at School being a prime example.

So far, nothing was wrong. But he did have a bad feeling. Something was going to happen that wouldn't be in anyone's best interests.

He caught sight of a trio of redheads wandering about and would have grinned if he could. It was all too easy to guess that they were three Weasleys kids. He had seen them in the newspaper of the Daily Prophet, having won a trip to Egypt. The youngest one, he even recognized as Ronald. It was impossible not to since he was Harry's best friend… and the one to be the most affected of the bunch. 'Poor boy,' he thought.

Suddenly, his nose caught a whiff of something in the wind. It was faint, almost negligible, but it was a scent that wasn't of Hogsmeade.

One thing he did know, though, was it was heading in the general direction of Hogwarts.

He quickly made his way in the general direction of the scent, hoping to at least see what it was. Once he knew what it was, he could then decide what to do next.

Hopefully, he wasn't making a mistake.

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Ron had to admit; he had needed this.

For the first time in two weeks, he had relaxed. He had explored the village with Fred and George, enjoyed lunch and a butterbeer at the Ten Broomsticks, had gone to Zonko's to see their line of prank toys (and listened to the twins on how they were going to one day put them out of business.) He had caught sight of Cho and her group of friends going into the Salon, most likely for a pedicure, and felt a bit of sadness. He hoped Harry and Hermione were okay.

Suddenly, a rather large dog shot right by him, catching him off guard. He barely had time to curse before the dog was out of sight.

Fred looked at the dog as it ran off, shaking his head. "Well, that happened," he said. "I wonder where he's going."

"Probably going to do battle with another stray," George replied, snickering. "Hogsmeade must be his empire." He looked up, noting the darkening sky. "Well, let's get back to the castle. Dinner's going to be soon."

Dinner… just like that, Ron's good mood vanished. His meeting with Cho was now a lot closer than it was this morning. Now to go back to Hogwarts, eat dinner, and then talk to her about what they would do.

'Well, it was fun while it lasted,' he thought sadly.

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Tonks finally finished her observations of the Great Hall, nodding to herself.

It had taken two weeks, but she had finally finished her investigation. And it led to a single conclusion. A conclusion that brought both absolute dread and unimaginable joy to her.

Unimaginable joy because she had finally figured out the wormhole event. It was something she had never expected to happen again. The gateways were reactivating.

It had only been a few years for her, but it felt much longer. The days when she was out having adventures among the realms, however short of a time it was. She met many different people and participated in a few incredible events. And, despite being eleven at the time, she had been treated like an adult. It had been one of the most critical periods of her life and influenced her decision to enter the Auror program.

Unimaginable dread because it meant that if the Gateways were activating, then that meant that evil was moving once again. She had only seen the last few months of it, but what she had seen had been enough to put the fear of God into her. She had hoped never to face such evil again. Director Bones was not going to like this at all.

As she thought this, a sudden pain ran up her arm. She gripped the area, taking a second to determine where it was situated. That second was all she needed; new fear and anger rushed her.

They were here in this area. And they were most likely approaching the School.

She fired off a Patronus toward Dumbledore's office as she rushed for the Main Entrance. He would ensure that Bones was alerted to the danger and send reinforcements.

Because she had a pretty good idea that the Dementors would do nothing to stop them.

Why would they? After all, the enemy in question wasn't truly alive.

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Cho and her friends had just passed the school gates when a wave of cold not associated with the Dementors hit her. How did she know this? No idea. She just knew.

Another thing she just knew? It was a problem heading their way, but it wasn't there yet.

Looking around for a second, she caught sight of Ron and his brothers approaching. Judging from the look on his face, he had had the same feeling. His gaze locked with hers, and he nodded slightly.

"Girls, I'll see you at dinner," she said quickly. "I need to grab something from our dorm."

Padma smiled. "Okay. See you later, Cho." She and the other girls headed into the School, chatting about their day.

Cho watched as the three older Weasleys also make their way inside while Ron quickly made his way over to her. "Did you feel that?" she asked when he was close enough.

Ron nodded. "You have your book?" he asked in return.

Cho quickly opened her bag, pulling the book out. "Right here. Haven't had a chance to look at it."

"You and me both." Ron showed her that he had his as well. "Whatever it is, it may be coming for the books. And I don't think the Dementors will be helpful here."

"I had the same thought. And we're nowhere near ready for this."

"Well, I've learned something important from being Harry's friend… we're never ready, and things turn out okay in the end."

"We should check it out, then. So that we can tell the teachers what it was."

Ron shrugged. "Hopefully, it won't hurt." He grinned. "You'll get your first taste of what my life is like."

At that point, Cho was reminded that Ron had been helping Harry Potter in his adventures for the last two years. He had some experience with life-threatening situations. It was comforting in a strange sort of way. She smiled. "Well, lead the way, Mister Weasley."

"Of course."

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Luna was happy to have spent the day with Neville.

He was incredibly shy and unsure of himself. But, once he relaxed, he easily became one of the most interesting people in Hogwarts. He had an incredible passion for Herbology, becoming one of Professor Sprouts's best pupils. Not only that, he was actually quite funny. It was strange that he would be like this when he was usually considered the weakest of the Gryffindors.

She had a sneaky suspicion she knew why that was. Madame Longbottom was not someone who showed softness. She would do everything in her power to ensure her grandson was ready to assume control of their ancient house, even if it was detrimental to his emotional development.

Nevertheless, it was a good day. She was thinking about doing it again if Neville was up for it.

She was about to ask if he wanted to sit with her at dinner, when she felt a sudden chill shoot up her spine. So sudden and potent was the feeling that she physically stumbled in mid-skip.

Neville, bless his soul, managed to catch her before she could fall, keeping her steady. "Luna?" he asked, concerned. "Are you alright?"

Luna nodded somewhat shakily. "I just have a bad feeling come across me," she replied. "I've never felt its like before. Something's heading our way… something bad."

"What? Where?"

"… … I don't know. Only that it's coming." She stood up fully. "Hopefully, others are already on their way to face it."

Neville nodded, not understanding but trusting her all the same. They were in Hogwarts, with some of England's most talented and powerful magic users. They would be fine.

Luna, of course, didn't mean the Professors…

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The more Sirius ran, the more he questioned what he was seeing.

He had found the strange scent easily enough. They were moving at a pretty sedate pace, which was quite odd. He would have thought they would want to attack as quickly as possible.

Upon seeing the creatures, he realized they couldn't go faster. He needed to figure out what they were, but they weren't built for speed.

They were hairless, skin as dark as night. They had no eyes, pretty giant mouths filled with very sharp teeth. Their legs, while not stubby, were short, meaning they weren't going to make good time. They were also built like tanks, meaning he wouldn't do much damage with his teeth and claws. In a long, drawn-out fight, he probably wouldn't survive.

But he was an escaped prisoner. Who the hell could he turn to? Who would believe him? Would the Dementors even be effective?

He got his answer as they approached the border. The Dementors didn't even react as the monsters passed them, entering the school grounds. The one time he would have been grateful to see them do some good, and they do nothing.

'Well, I guess it's time for me to commit suicide,' he thought in morbid humor, getting ready to let out a howl.

Two bursts of light slammed into the ground in front of the monsters, causing them to halt in their tracks and making him hesitate. The Dementors suddenly glided away, clearly not wanting anything to do with this fight.

Sirius decided that a suicide run would have to wait, especially when he caught sight of a familiar white beard…

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This was not how Dumbledore wanted his day to go, or any day, for that matter. And he had managed to Sort young Claire into her new house, too.

He was about to head to the Great Hall for dinner when he received an urgent Patronus message from young Tonks about a possible threat to the School. He had immediately altered course while firing a Patronus of his own off to Bones, heading out of the main doors with a speed that surprised many students. He quickly met up with the trainee Auror, as she had just reached there as well.

She said only one thing. One thing that he had never wanted to hear ever again.

My brand is burning.

No other words were needed as the two headed for the edge of the school grounds. It would take some time, but they would find out where their unwanted visitors were.

It took less time than either of them expected. He wished it had taken longer. The monsters were ugly beyond compare. And the Dementors didn't even react to them.

But at least they had found them quickly enough. Their actions were just as quick.

A powerful blasting charm erupted from their wands, slamming into the ground right in front of the abominations, making them stop. The dementors scattered quickly, as if they realized that staying around would be hazardous to their existence.

Dumbledore took that moment to look at Tonks. "What are those things?" he asked.

"Ruined Creatures," was all Tonks replied with. "An amalgamation of corrupted flesh and spiritual energy. There isn't any conscious thought, only bestial rage. And they won't stop until they are gone, or we are." She shifted her stance slightly. "We must make sure none of them make it past us, so we must destroy them."

The very thought of destroying anything, even something as vile as a dementor, was abhorrent to him. He had always believed that all life was sacred. But, he knew that sometimes, that choice had to be made.

And so he launched a bone breaker charm just as the monsters charged at them, teeth gnashing hungrily.

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Tonks waved her wand, letting a stream of fire erupt from the tip. It hit one of the monsters directly, throwing them back. Other than that, it showed no visible sign of hurting it. She immediately sent a cutting charm at the creature, severing its head. It vanished as if it had never existed.

She didn't slow down, didn't hesitate. She couldn't, as three more were charging at her. So she does two things.

She cast a shield charm around herself, then leaped overhead. Whirling in mid-air, she brought her wand to bear, firing three short bursts. She managed to hit two of them but only clipped the third in one of its legs. It was still enough to halt the creature in its tracks. The other two dissipated back to whatever hell they crawled out of. She quickly struck the third one before it could turn around.

Dumbledore was doing pretty well for himself as well. He was showing several monsters why he was the only one Voldemort ever feared. Despite his age, he moved and weaved with a grace equal to those around Tonks's age, spells flinging out with frightening ease. While he wasn't as efficient at killing them as she was, he was still able to dispatch three of them quickly enough.

This made both of them suspicious. Dumbledore had faced far more dangerous adversaries in his day, Voldemort included. And Tonks had faced opponents far more cunning and powerful. Whoever had sent these monsters had to have known about her. So what was going on?

The answer came to both as Tonks finally put the last one down. This was a diversion. One of them had managed to get past them. As one, they turned to head for the School.

Just in time to witness a blast of orange light shoot to the sky.

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"You know, I'm really starting to wish we had just gone into the school," Cho noted, her face paling.

Ron nodded, face completely white. "Had the same thought," he confessed.

They had been approaching what could only be described as the sounds of battle when something that could only come out of a horror story suddenly appeared. It didn't look like much, just a deformed dog without eyes and stubby legs. Never mind that it had a huge mouth, filled with an unnaturally large amount of teeth. It shouldn't be dangerous.

However, despite the lack of eyes, it was pointing in their general direction, clearly sniffing them out. It was trying to locate their exact location, having heard them speak.

Neither one of them wanted to move as a result of this. They stayed where they were, waiting to see if it would move away.

It didn't. Instead, it began shuffling toward them.

Ron looked at Cho, jerking his thumbs in opposite directions. His message was clear. Go in opposite directions. She nodded, muscles tensing.

The monster leaped toward them, maw open.

"Now!" The two quickly leaped away, avoiding certain death for a few minutes more. Both started running, hoping to get away.

The monster snarled and went after Cho, perhaps sensing fear emanating from her. It certainly loved the hunt.

Ron saw this, and quickly guessed that it was going after what it viewed as the easier target. He quickly pulled his wand out, not really knowing what he could do. They still needed to get to reading their books.

'The book!' he suddenly thought, putting his wand away. He quickly pulled the book out of his bag and promptly opened it. Not exactly the ideal time to study, but Luna gave him this book for a reason. Maybe it was for things like this. But what would be helpful against that thing?

Frantically skimming through the pages, a specific page caught his eye. Flipping back to it, he saw an image, a spell name, and a description of how to use it. 'No better time to test this.' With that thought, he read the instructions, dropped the book (he could almost hear Hermione berating him for that,) and pulled out his wand again. He thought only two words as he brought the want to bear on the lumbering monster.

Soul Arrow.

To his everlasting surprise, he felt a tug from somewhere deep within himself and an almost ethereal burst shot from his wand tip. It configured itself into an actual arrow as it flew through the air, hitting the monster in its flank. It stumbled to the side, its equilibrium broken. Cho took that moment to cut right past it, pulling her book out.

Ron couldn't believe that it had worked, but he didn't have time to celebrate as the monster slowly righted itself, turning back toward him. He got ready to fire again.

The monster started forward, looking as though it was going to jump at him, actually did jump…

… and slammed into an invisible barrier, unable to break through.

Ron saw Cho with her wand out as well, and quickly guessed that she had found a defensive spell in her book. Picking up his book again, he began flipping through it again, looking for something that would take care of this thing permanently. Finding such a spell, he brought his wand to bear again just as Cho let the barrier spell drop. The monster immediately went back on the attack, going right at him.

Fire Storm.

Again, he felt a tug from deep within him, and energy passes through his wand. Only this time, it hit the ground a foot away from the enemy.

The moment it reached that spot, a sudden towering blast of fire erupted, engulfing it. Its roar of pain and anger was heartfelt but also quite brief as its vocal cords burned. Of course, they could only see its silhouette within the flames.

The pillar of fire finally faded after a minute, revealing a charred corpse. A second later, the corpse vanished like dust in the wind. The only evidence of the battle remained was a blackened grass ring.

The two looked at each other for a second before a sudden panic seized them. They quickly hightailed it back to the School. They suspected they needed to keep this a secret for as long as possible.

They also had the suspicion that whatever they had agreed to, it was far too late to pull out.

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A few seconds after Ron and Cho had left, Tonks and Dumbledore arrived, taking in the scene before them. Naturally, their gazes landed on the blackened ring and were immediately confused… and concerned.

The only time either had seen such a ring was because someone had done a dark ritual.

Tonks quickly quashed the thought there for two reasons. One, the ring was far too small to be a ritual circle.

Two, there was a lingering smell of burning flesh in the air, despite the lack of a body.

Dumbledore looked at the young woman. "You were right. We did miss one," he noted. "It found someone else waiting for it."

Tonks nodded in agreement, frowning a little. "Yeah…" She shook her head. "I've never seen a spell do this before, though. It almost looks like it was a pillar of fire. Very localized, very specific. Very few wizards would be able to control it so perfectly."

"Yes, you would have to be very powerful and possess fine control to achieve that." The Headmaster looked around. "Alas, whoever it seemed to have fled."

"Yeah… well, Madame Bones is going to be here soon enough, and she's going to want to know what the hell is going on."

"Indeed. Let's head back to the School and meet her. Hopefully, we won't have any more surprises tonight."

The two started walking back to the school entrance, unaware they were being watched.

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Sirius walked over to the black ring after Dumbledore and the Auror had departed, sniffing it for a moment. His nose wrinkled, but not because of the burnt smell. It was by what was not so easily detectable by spell or normal human senses.

He was smelling minute vibrations in the magical field, as if foreign energy had disturbed the natural field. He had never experienced it before, but he knew one thing. It wasn't natural at all

, at least, not natural to this world.

Moreover, he felt he had detected something like this before. He couldn't remember when.

However, he also caught the scent of two other beings. The more familiar scent of humans, thank the maker, heading for the School. Did he dare enter now, or did he wait? And should he speak to them or try to prove his innocence without any proof to Dumbledore?

Shaking his furry head, the former marauder decided to return to the Shrieking Shack. His plan of entering the School was a bust, so he would have to wait a little for everything to calm down.

He was pretty certain Peter could keep for a little bit longer.

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Ron waited until they were in Moaning Myrtle's Bathroom (the safest place to talk at the moment) before entering the nearest stall. After the briefest second of making sure that Myrtle wasn't in there (a distinct possibility where she was concerned), he emptied his lunch into it.

Cho waited outside as she managed to keep herself from doing the same thing. She didn't blame him, of course. They had just done battle with something out of a person's darkest nightmares and had to kill it to survive. Him being sick was a small price.

Moaning Myrtle floated over to her, looking somewhat confused. "Why is Harry potter's friend throwing up?" she asked. "Is he sick?"

Cho nodded slightly. "He's not ill," she replied. "We just had to do something that… didn't agree with us."

"Well, it's not like you killed somebody."

"No. We killed something, though."

"It wasn't another snake, was it?"

"No… no, it wasn't." She was about to ask what she meant by that, but Ron chose that moment to flush and stumble out. "How are you feeling?" she asked instead.

"Like I just threw up slugs… again." He went over to the sink and washed his mouth out. "Bloody Hell, Halloween is cursed. It's not because of Harry, either." He stood up fully. "How about you? Are you alright?"

Cho nodded. "I will be. Don't have a choice." She sighed. "In all honesty, for a first battle, that was quite tame, if not scary as hell."

"Yeah, I get the feeling that we caught a stray. I think the real battle was occurring somewhere else. Not that I'm complaining." He pulled his book out, looking at it. "Definitely saved our lives, these books."

"They sure did." Cho did the same, looking at it. "Hey, Ron… did you feel anything while using your spells?" she asked hesitantly.

"You mean, like a tugging of sorts. Yeah, actually. Not really sure what it meant." He looked at the book, brow furrowed. "I'm feeling that we need to read these over from cover to cover before using anything in them again."

"Agreed."

Ron suddenly looked at Myrtle. "Uh, could you not tell anyone about this?" he asked. "We're supposed to keep this a secret."

"No problem," Myrtle replied immediately, seeing how worried they were. She didn't really know what they were talking about, but whatever it was had to be pretty serious. And those books… she didn't know what they were, but normal, wasn't it.

Ron looked outside for a second, nodding. "Okay, the coast is clear. Let's get to the Great Hall. With a little luck, no one will notice anything wrong."

Cho nodded. Unless someone else knew about what was happening, they wouldn't have to worry about anyone finding out.

At least, she hoped that was the case.

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Sadly, in a way, their hopes were dashed, as their little skirmish had been witnessed.

A form stood in the shadows, having watched the whole thing. Her brow furrowed when she saw the spells that were used. She noticed the slight shivering in their bodies and quickly grasped what they had done.

The question was, what did she do? Did she confront them? Or did she wait and see what happened to them? Did she even have the authority to do anything?

'I've only been here for one day,' she decided. 'I don't have the authority, and I don't have any connections yet. So, what do I do?'

An idea formed. 'I could become their friend. After a little, I'll talk to them about it, but I want them to trust me first.' It wasn't the greatest idea, but it was better than others she had had in her short life.

With a new plan, Claire Damont made her way back to the School. She just hoped that she had made the right choice.

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And here is Part 2. I've decided to axe the whole Stargate thing for this, and just focus on Ron and Cho. Ron, because he was one of the Golden Trio and who I thought hadn't done as much in the books. Cho, I chose at random, and I'm hoping to do justice for.

But before I can get started on Part 3, I'm going to shift back to my League of Legends fanfiction, get the next chapter up and ready, and finish writing the next chapter of My KoA fanfiction.